This night, it wasn't just Lin Wan'er who suffered under Lin Zhenghui's harshness, Nangong Yuan'er experienced the same.
It seemed that for the latter half of the night, Lin Zhenghui was tirelessly thrusting on top of Nangong Yuan'er, abusing her until she begged for mercy, drunk on ecstasy and almost dreaming.
Even though it wasn't her first time, after more than two hours, her delicate White Tiger lips were red, swollen, and numb...
And the 'little lives' that Lin Zhenghui had left inside her mouth, under deep breaths, slowly seeped out.
With tear stains still on her face, she stared at Lin Zhenghui, who appeared to be different, observing a full, wicked smile of accomplishment on his face.
"Did you eat something tonight? It hurts to death," Nangong Yuan'er complained softly while rubbing her lower abdomen, feeling as though she had sustained internal injuries from the pain within.
